Mosheng also wanted to come to her defense, but Yingying tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Mosheng, don't get involved, I can handle this myself."
Mosheng furrowed his brow, concernedly asking, "Yingying, aren't you afraid of Grandpa?"
"It's okay, I've found a way to deal with Grandpa."
Having said that, Han Yingying took a deep breath, picked up the tea, and respectfully offered it to the elder Mr. Shen, "Grandpa, please have some tea."
The elder Mr. Shen slammed the table with a loud bang, and sternly questioned, "I'm still speaking, who allowed you to offer tea?"
Startled, Han Yingying trembled and tears immediately fell.
With tear-filled eyes, she looked at the elder Mr. Shen and asked with a grievance, "If you don't want to drink it, that's fine, but why are you so fierce?"
